Finally I had to look away as I couldn't stand the smuglook of the visiting doctor any longer.Once the fluid discharge slowed, I felt Dr. Morris reach...in between mylabia and insert a small key into my lock. With a soft click, he removedit and allowed the metal retainer to open. My penis had been trapped forso long it didn't react immediately, so he grasped the compressed headwith the tips of his fingers and pulled it down. Freed from inside me,my cock began to harden, reacting to the pumping. ”I somehow knew he didn’t want me to tell anyone about it and he only told me because I was his friend.”He simply nodded and changed the subject. “Will you tell me about that dark episode of your life?”“Yes of course, but this is a longer story, it might be better I simply think about it and you check out my memories.”“You will let me do that?”“You know how I feel about you and that I trust you.”He fell silent for a little while I was recalling the hanging and being the Assistant executioner.. She hissed, “Look at that throat bulging out. I can see my cock going down your throat baby. You can handle a lot can’t you?” I mumbled a reply and started to resist the gag reflex. She really started to pump my throat saying, “Oh yeah faster, faster - that’s it, take it bitch - you fucking whore, suck that cock!” It was like she was a real man face fucking me on the verge of orgasm. Finally she let out a moan of ecstasy making one final powerful thrust that ended the blowjob.She stepped back. Don't you want to get help with anything else?" "No," he said defensively. He left the room without scheduling another session. ** The next day, Nick approached me again. "Umm, Miss Lane?" I looked up from my papers. "Yes, Nick?" "Can I... Can we... I still need your help..." he stammered. "And I can help you. Did you want to make another appointment?" "Yeah... and also, I'm sorry about... ya know." "Apology accepted. How about this afternoon?" ** The next tutoring session began as usual. "So.